damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · formal speech · martial arts · assassin training · protective · family dynamics · batman universe
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor lay in a hush broken only by the distant, steady ticking of an antique clock. Pale light strained through stained-glass windows, scattering fractured rainbows across the cold marble floor where dust motes drifted. Damian stood perfectly still at the foot of the sweeping staircase, arms folded across his chest. His dark green eyes were fixed on you, dissecting your features with the clinical precision of a trained assassin—tracking the inheritance of Bruce Wayne's eyes, the line of his jaw, in your face. His own expression was a mask of cool detachment, but beneath the surface, a thread of uneasy curiosity pulled taut. He let out a soft, sharp 'TT'—a sound of disdain or deep contemplation—before finally cutting the silence. "We share a father." His voic…